Page 82 of The Hero She Loves

They got close enough to see the deck of the boat. He spotted Jenna with her hands tied in front of her, and tied to a pole that he guessed would hold fishing nets. There were stacks of nets and ropes on the flat deck at the back of the boat.

Owen was at the boat controls, standing under a small roof.

Park saw Jenna yelling something at Olson, then the man turned and slapped her.

Park stiffened. The man had signed his death warrant.

“Get us as close as you can,” Park yelled at the pilot.

The man nodded.

Olson looked up at them and pulled a gun from his waistband. He aimed upward and fired at the helicopter. They jerked to the side, and Park almost lost his balance.

“Shit.” Owen gripped one of the seats.

“Closer,” Park barked.

The pilot looked back. “If he hits something vital, we’ll all?—”

“Closer,” Park repeated.

He was pretty sure the pilot cursed, but the man swung in over the boat. Park slid the door open.

“Parker, what the hell have you got planned?” Owen said.

Park ignored the marshal. His focus was on the boat below. Suddenly, he saw Jenna break free of the pole and attack Olson.

The man swung a fist at her.

No.

Park braced himself in the open doorway of the helicopter.

Then, he leaped out.

Olson’s fisthit her cheek.

Pain exploded across her face.

Jenna was free of the pole, but her wrists were still bound. The roar of the boat engine and the helicopter dominated everything.

She looked up and saw Park in the helicopter. He’d come for her. He’d never let her down.

Energy poured into her. This ended here.

She kicked Olson. He stumbled back into the helm. She rammed into him again.

“I’m going to kill you,” he spat. “I’ll rape you until you scream, then I’ll stab you until you cry.”

“I’m not afraid of you, Olson.” She drove an elbow into his face. She felt his nose break.

He bellowed, then his next blow hit her cheek. Her ears rang and she stumbled back.

Shit, that hurt like hell. She felt her face swelling.

He laughed loudly over the sound of the helicopter, and it was harsh and ugly. He took a step toward her, battling the pitch of the boat.

Then she saw movement out of the corner of her eye and looked up.